Tessa Thompson could barely control her excited heart, trembling hands, "Hannah, you're really awesome. You didn't see Emily Jones's expression just now; it was as if she had eaten a fly. I laughed so hard."
"Who's Emily Jones?"
"She's the girl sitting at the first desk in the middle, our class's academic representative. It's just that her personality is too arrogant, always looking down on people with disdain."
Tessa Thompson couldn't help but start gossiping again, she wanted to say more, but out of the corner of her eye, she saw the homeroom teacher standing by the back door and instantly became obedient again.
One morning, receiving two "death stares," her heart could hardly take it.
Hannah, on the other hand, had no reaction, focused squarely on listening to the class.
The bell rang for the end of class, and the chemistry teacher left on time.
